#condxmnxd 1/rin

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All DnD-Verse Muses

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Jeff Johansen - Vampiric Half-Dwarf Paladin : Oath of Redemption {Lawful Good}

Jake Park - Satyr Ranger : Beast Master {Chaotic Good}

Yoichi Asakawa - Kender Cleric : Life Domain {Lawful Good}

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Yui Kimura - Harengon Artificer : Battlesmith {Neutral Good}

Yun-Jin Lee - Tabaxi Bard : College of Eloquence {Lawful Neutral}

Feng Min - Gnome Monk : Way of the Drunken Master {Chaotic Good}

Rika Nishina - Fairy/Fae Wizard : School of Abjuration {Neutral Good}

Claudette Morel - Duergar Druid : Circle of Spores {Lawful Good}

Riley McKendry - Halfling Rogue : Thief {Chaotic Neutral}

@blacktalcn / Taurie Cain - Shadar-Kai Cleric : Domain of Death {Chaotic Neutral}

@nx-spin / Ji-Woon - Yuan-Ti Bard : College of Glamour {Chaotic Evil}

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Rin Yamaoka - Air Genasi Fighter : Samurai {True Neutral}

Sadako Yamamura - Gniefling (Gnome Tiefling) Warlock : The Undying {Neutral Evil}

Kazan Yamaoka - Earth Genasi Barbarian : Path of the Berserker {Lawful Evil}

Adriana Imai - Astral Elf Artificer : Artillerist {Lawful Evil}

Frank Morrison - Deep Gnoblin Rogue : Assassin {Chaotic Evil}

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Sparring Partner: @fogsnatched / Yui Kimura

The spectral woman stands silently at the top of the stone sanctum, her eyes closed as the tattered kimono the entity had bestowed upon her flowing gently in the cool breeze. Rin opens her eyes after an explosion from a generator indicates the presence of survivors on the estate. She projects from her cold husk to the origin of the noise, finding two survivors, one taking off in the opposite direction, the other, a young speedster standing to hold her ground. The onryō's features shift to a sadistic grin as she speaks, the words pouring from her mouth like a potent venom.

"Kimura-san, are you truly willing to put yourself on the line for another's mistake?"

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Rin bows her head, slightly yet solemnly at the confirmation, her arm convulsing outside of her control. A soft grunt leaves her hollow chest, a single tear falling as her face contorts, scrunching in an anger, not directed at the other, but rather at the being that put the both of them in this endless cycle. "Worse yet, being made into a monster, a husk of who we once were."

The spectral woman looks up at the other, neck twitching, causing her to wince. No longer able to control her body as well as she used to wrought turmoil even more so, but maybe she had found a kindred spirit in this vengeful young woman. "Do you seek retribution against your father as well?" Pausing she looks off into the distance, the image of her father bringing a blade down to strike her is stuck in her mind.

"Or is that where our common ground dissipates?"

"It's cold to you too, isn't it? This purgatory that we've been trapped in?"

- Rin Yamaoka ( @condxmnxd )

Why is this woman speaking to her? She doesn't trust anyone here. However, the woman appears to be less of a threat than many of the others she's met. She'll give her a chance.

Sadako nods, hesitantly.

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The Cursed Bloodline

Her heart pounding in her ears, Rin crawls as desperately as she can, trying with every ounce of energy she has left to escape her father's unrelenting grasp. "Please.. n-no.." But her pleas fall upon deaf ears, her father cares not for her anymore. Any sense of hope she has left is slowly yet steadily snuffed with each hack of the Yamaoka Katana. "Y-you... BASTARD!" The last words leaving her lips, the despair that almost consumes her turns into an insatiable hatred.

As she takes her last breaths, Rin's body is consumed by a thick, black, unyielding fog. And yet, the rage that burns like the sun's rays remains. Her soft, bloodied feet touch the dewy grass of what was once a place of refuge. {...KILL...} Her dying vow was focused on but one thing: bloodshed. It matters not whose blood is spilled, nor does she care about the omnipotent being longing for sacrifice. All that matters is that anyone in her path will cut down with extreme prejudice.

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I'm wanting to write more for my main girl, Rin! So like this post for a random starter from her Main/DBD-verse, or comment for a Modern-verse starter! (If you are a multi-muse as well, please specify which muse and verse via message or comment!)

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Sparring Partner: @leadxxr / Dwight Fairfield

The trial was going as expected, the survivors had hardly made any attempts at repairs, three of which had been sacrificed to the entity due to their ignorance or lack of care. However, the last one always seemed to elude Rin, escaping at the last moment, or being consumed by the entity before she can find him. Suddenly, she catches the glimpse of a figure from the corner of her peripheral. {I've got you, little 'Leader'}, she thinks to herself as she rushes to the dilapidated building on the edge of the trial grounds.

She hears the dark howl of the hatch on the outermost wall, her foot perched on the edge of the opening. The ghostly woman looks up from the metallic door to find the quiet survivor, a look of terror plastered on his face. Rin pauses at the sight, a twinge of guilt striking her like a pin-prick of emotion. The young man was the only one to make any effort to survive... Should she take her chances with the entity and bestow mercy upon him?

She silently steps back, her head bowed solemnly as she moves from his escape, hoping he sees the gesture and takes the opportunity to leave.

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Rin's cheeks maintain their crimson hue, as she lifts her hand to meet Philip's upon her cheek. No one, let alone a man, has shown her any sort of intimacy or care. Her hand delicately squeezes the calloused fingers that drape alongside her face, as if quietly begging for them to stay there, even if just for a moment. Her glossy eyes meet the glowing oculi behind the chrome facade, "It's hard to let one's self be vulnerable, even after death."

Curiosity grips her suddenly, {Who is the man behind the mask?} and why did he hold her so tenderly? Her fingers trace the cool, sleek metal face before her, "May I see?" She cares not what he looks like underneath, for she knows his genuine yet shy nature and the accompanying gentleness underneath. But she wanted to see the man as he was, not hiding behind a mask like the others.

@condxmnxd | RIN YAMAOKA | continued from here

The Wraith releases a curious chitter from his throat as he admires the blade extended to him, recognizing the gesture as equally significant in its nature. He would drop Azaroth's crude vertebrae to the ground in order to extend spindly fingers to trace the hilt of her offering. He does not want to take it from her, though his touch is gentle as it lingers, appreciating the texture and channeling the memories attached to it, his own deep gaze falling upon beautifully sunken, pale features. His admiration is hidden by the metallic mask that covered his muddy face. For beneath it, disfigured features no one could possibly love.

Suddenly, Philip turns and deposits his bell upon a nearby compressed cube of metal; it wasn't something he would dare set upon the ground in an unceremonious fashion. As he returns to face her, the very same spindly fingers extend with extreme caution to Rin's beautifully broken expression. He allows her all the time she might need to pull away and deny his gentle advance before the single tear is wiped away from the corner of her mouth.

"I often wonder if I am really living, myself, though I suppose it does not matter."

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Decided to play as my main girl, Rin, featuring what I’ve dubbed as her theme, “Eyes on the Mountains!”

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CONDXMNXD || RANCOR: A Modern-verse AU for Rin Yamaoka

After her shift at the cafe, Rin headed to her home, a foreboding feeling weighing upon her shoulders, an omen to some unknown horror. Pushing the feeling back, she continues on, but the lights in her family home are shut off; a very unusual occurrence, causing the young woman to take a step back. {Had someone broken in,} she questions as she heads towards a shed in the back of the property. She digs through the items and finds a long crate, inside is an old katana, the Yamaoka family sword.

Dull as it may be, it was still a hardened weapon with a sturdy blade. She hears a crash and heads into the abode, her grip on the hilt tightening as she slides open the door. Not caring if she has shoes on or not, she crosses the threshold silently, making sure her presence isn't known as she traverses the flight of stairs that overlook the foyer. Suddenly, she hears a crash and masculine grunt from her parents' room, causing her to stop in her tracks, her stance shifting int a defensive state.

The figure of her father emerges from the room, silent, yet menacing as she notices the katana in his hand, a decorative piece that used to adorn the shrine above her ancestor's mask. Confusion clouds her mind as she slinks through the door he had exited, only to find her mother's lifeless, desecrated corpse lying on the floor at the foot of their bed. Though devastated, she knows there is no time to mourn... at least not now. There was a threat in her home, but it was no stranger.

She follows the bloody shoeprints that led from their bedroom to hers, katana raised in her hands as she was trained for many years. The young woman halts a moment as the patriarch emerges once more, his expression empty, cold, and callous. His moving pauses as there eyes meet, the blade limp in his hand, fresh crimson dripping from the tip. Before she can tell what's coming, he rushes at her, the crazed man's blade piercing her shoulder as she lets out a cry. She hears a voice in her head, "Do it. NOW!"

Her blood boils as the voices echoes in her ears, a familiar voice, the same one when the bullies had jumped her years prior. A heated growl leaves her throat as she takes the sword and plants it in her father's neck, the hollow gaze fading as he begins to fall to the floor. "R-Rin-" he starts, his body hitting the floor with a thud. "Rot... in.. hell..." As the words leave his lips, the last breath of air escapes his lungs.

And with that, Rin made herself the last remaining member of the Yamaoka family; grief setting in as she collapses to the floor with a sob. Sirens wailing in the distance, slowly closing the gap between their location and her home.

Months pass; with interrogations, trials, all of the legal mess her father had created weighing down on her, but in the end of it, her mother had life insurance due to her illness, making her able to continue her education. History and criminology were the focus of her studies as she also continued her lessons in kendo and self-defense. Rin had many sleepless nights, the visions of her mother and father's corpses waking her in the night, but she refused to let it control her.

Though she carried the flame of the Yamaoka bloodline in her veins, she would never see herself become her father... But her ancestors' ferocity will drive her to keep fighting on.

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I've been gone from this one for a HOT minute, but I'm making some updates on all my blogs, including... New Faceclaims for Rin!!:

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@bingbxng || Continued from HERE

Soft, cold fingers trace the burns on Philip's face as tears lightly stream down Rin's cheek. Whereas the cruel world before the fog killed her, it left the other scarred, tortured, and yet, a beating heart still lie behind his ribs. She delicately pulls the man's face to hers, lips pressed against pale tissue as she traces the burns with her icy breath.

She blinks away salty tears, getting to take in all of his features as her vision clears. He was still handsome; the scars Philip had earned in his life did not mask the man he was. "Though life has put you through hell..." She intertwines her fingers with his, her eyes full of longing as her gaze meets his. "You're still you, and getting to see who you truly are is all I could ever ask for." She presses her lips to his, a soft smile forming on her lips as she does.

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What topic are they most likely to know obscure facts about?

What is their most commonly used swear word?

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Different sword techniques, i.e Kendo, Fencing, etc. (Due to Rin's family pushing her to study sword fighting, she figured that, in what little spare time she was allotted, would learn different techniques, as to take her opponents by surprise if she ever had the need to do so.)

Cinematography, but moreso on an artistic level (This applies to both killer and survivor verse Sadako, given that when she was alive before the two became the same being, she was a part of an acting troupe, and loved to study the scenery where a great shot could be filmed)

Equestrianism, as well as the different breeds of horses, mules, and donkeys (Being a traveling warrior, Kazan had to make sure his steeds could carry the same level of strength and bravado that he does. Anytime a steed would pass, be it from natural causes or battles, he would always make sure they be laid to rest in a proper, ceremonial fashion.)

Software engineering, mainly in dealing with GPS Navigation/Tracking programs, as well as bypassing security fields to collect proper intel (With Adriana needing to track down her targets in a cold, calculated fashion, she needed proper surveillance. In learning how to code tracking into her drones, she also learned how to bypass security protocols in order to follow her targets as closely as possible)

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Bastard; being the last word she said while still alive, this is definitely the word she feels hits the hardest when cursing at someone.

None; While she generally doesn't speak as a killer/ after she became the Onryō, Survivor/Living Sadako did not like to curse, she believed she could try to resolve any issue without cursing.

娼婦 (Shoufu/Whore); It was insulting to imply promiscuity among warriors during the period in which he wandered, especially if you were referring to a woman (ie. mother, sister, or wife)

Monte de Merda (Piece of Shit); coming from Brazil, though she's of Korean descent, she would've picked up on some words or phrases, this one being one she says out of frustration when a drone is damaged or needs extensive repair.

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A stoic stance falters only somewhat as the Wraith extends his most precious heirloom to the spectral woman: his father's bell. Such a bold gesture shouldn't be lost on anyone or taken for granted in the slightest. It's a sign of trust. One he doesn't find in just anyone. ( for Rin bc shhh i ship rin and philip a lot ok - @bingbxng )

The young woman looks at the strange instrument. She knows not why or how, but this cast-iron treasure held a great power within it. Not one that she fears or deems a threat, but rather one she sees equal to her own. She extends her cold, mangled hand to the bell, looking up at the strange man with eyes of a curious nature. "This is a very unique legacy to carry upon yourself." Her body twitches as a shattered katana bursts through the flesh on the palm of her hand. For once, her face feels a warmth in it as her cheeks turn a light pink. She averts her gaze shyly and extends the blade to him, hilt first, as if in exchange for showing her an item so precious to him. "This is mine, it may not look like much, but it was my life..." A silent tear streams down her cheek, her lip quivering ever-so-slightly as it touched the corner of her mouth, "And my death."

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"can you remember how you died?" (dark!dweet :D)

Rin's blood boiled at the very question. Of course she can remember, the very reason she's in this never-ending cycle of torment is linked to her death. Her hollow gaze shifts to the once-survivor, "Hacked to pieces like livestock at the slaughter-house..." Her teeth grind together as her next words form like bile in the pit of her stomach, "By the very man who was supposed to shield me from harm." Her face contorts into a malicious sneer as she tilts her head, looking deep into Dwight's core. "Something you will never understand as long as SHE keeps you here."

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The survivor's words causes the icy blood of the spectral woman to boil with rage, her shattered katana bursting from the skin of her palm as she swings her arm, stopping mere centimeters from the other's neck. Rin's eyes gleam as her features contort to a horrific sneer, her words spewing from her mouth intensely, "Careful, Kimura-san. Taunt me further, and not even the entity herself can protect you from the wrath of my blade."

She slams the hilt of her sword into the generator, causing sparks to emit from the pistons of the contraption, the speed of their movement regressing slowly. Anger aside, she silently applauded Yui. Reliable, headstrong, and determined, similar to how she was before the fog swallowed her up. The blade retracts through her palm as she slowly trudges towards the young woman, her body twitching and contorting slightly.

The spirit stops suddenly, her icy fingers reaching out towards the young woman. "However, I do admire your bravado, so I'll cut you a break." She cranes her neck to see if she could follow the movements of the survivor that left Yui behind, but to no avail. She snaps her gaze back to the one before her, "You can finish your repairs, but heed my words. If you get in my way, you won't have to worry about being thrown onto a hook." The crooked smile on her face widens, "because I'll hack you to pieces as my father did to me."

Sparring Partner: @fogsnatched / Yui Kimura

The spectral woman stands silently at the top of the stone sanctum, her eyes closed as the tattered kimono the entity had bestowed upon her flowing gently in the cool breeze. Rin opens her eyes after an explosion from a generator indicates the presence of survivors on the estate. She projects from her cold husk to the origin of the noise, finding two survivors, one taking off in the opposite direction, the other, a young speedster standing to hold her ground. The onryō's features shift to a sadistic grin as she speaks, the words pouring from her mouth like a potent venom.

"Kimura-san, are you truly willing to put yourself on the line for another's mistake?"